| I live with the last of the silence
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| I gave away all my hope
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| I managed to turn my laughter
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| Into a wall made of stone
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| I left on a foggy morning
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| I reached my goal at night
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| Fires burning and hollow eyes
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| We have all made our silent goodbyes
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| In this heartless, meaningless shelter
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| Below the fields of our spirited past
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| Cold as ice and with wings of disaster
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| We’ll make sure that our moment will last
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| We all knew it was a calling
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| And we thought we’d escaped the rain
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| Growing closer to our dark fate
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| In this master’s tale
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| Water’s rising as we desperately reach out for the sun
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| Deal is broken and our souls have now moved on
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| If you ever cared for what you had, it’s already gone
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| Leave it all behind, pick up the pieces and run
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| One flew from the other side, got caught in the cold
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| My son, this is war, come and join the fold
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| Don’t you ever look back, put it all to rest
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| Take your chances but that burden won’t ever leave your chest
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| 'Cause I see nothing but a deadly sign
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| Our shallow hearts in a well of wine
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| Setting our minds straight
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| Time to open the gates
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| We are the dead, short days ago
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| We’ve lived, felt dawn, saw sunsets glow
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| We are the keepers of the wisdom below
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| Neither enemies, friends or ghosts
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| Take up our quarrel with the foe
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| To you from failing hands we throw
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| The torch be yours to hold it high
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| If you break faith with us who die
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| In this heartless, meaningless shelter
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| Below the fields of our spirited past
|
| Cold as ice and with wings of disaster
|
| We’ll make sure that our moment will last
|
| We all knew it was a calling
|
| And we thought we’d escaped the rain
|
| Growing closer to our dark fate
|
| In this master’s tale
|
| Water’s rising as we desperately reach out for the sun
|
| Deal is broken and our souls have now moved on
|
| If you ever cared for what you had, it’s already gone
|
| Leave it all behind, pick up the pieces and run
|
| One flew from the other side, got caught in the cold
|
| My son, this is war, come and join the fold
|
| Don’t you ever look back, put it all to rest
|
| Take your chances but that burden won’t ever leave your chest
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| 'Cause I see nothing but a deadly sign
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| Our shallow hearts in a well of wine
|
| Setting our minds straight
|
| Time to open the gates
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| Time to open the gates |